Through My Window

Because the air is broke my window is open.
I lay in bed waiting for sleep to wash over me

I hear the crickets from summer conversing in the yard
The dog up the street barks and barks at nothing but the moon

I smell the summer breeze filled with the lilies planted outside my window
The smoke from my neighbor's forbidden cigar, who is hiding in his hedges,
travels up to my room.

The moon is not visible through my window, but the stars glimmer
They give off flashing like tiny strobe lights millions of miles away

Soon these things all fade.
All that is left is my steady breathing
and the darkness around me.